July 11th, 2017
I got a lot done at work on Monday. The resting I did on Sunday refreshed me. After work, I walked in Crowley Park. I listened to the Linux Action News podcast and to Paula Poundstone's new NPR podcast.. We watched Penelope Keith visit small villages in Devon and Cornwall on PBS. I thought about Saturday evening's finale to "Ashes to Ashes", which I had not see before. We found it a satisfying conclusion.
breakfast Monday: erewhon cereal and skim milk
lunch Monday: turkey sandwich and baked chips
dinner Monday: grilled chicken, fresh black-eyed peas, and salad
(cross-posted to DW because life is silly)
breakfast Monday: erewhon cereal and skim milk
lunch Monday: turkey sandwich and baked chips
dinner Monday: grilled chicken, fresh black-eyed peas, and salad
(cross-posted to DW because life is silly)
The news that the president's son met with a Russian operative for the purpose of seeking "opposition research" about Hillary Clinton fills the news. These are odd times.
I walked in Heritage Park at lunch. I walked in Allen Station Park in Allen after work.
I read an obituary from a few years ago about someone I knew a very little but not well in high school. I had not realized that she had passed away. I liked her obituary, which pointed out that she was active in a Narcotics Anonymous group and that she left behind pet named Scooter in addition to her other loved ones. I wish she had lived a longer life. I recall walking past her house once. A large Summer hat was hanging for decoration on her front door, like something from a garden cottage magazine. The world needs more hats on doors.
I heard radio stories about auctions of a letter by Jane Austen and, separately, a letter by Mao Zedong. I found it ironic that Mao Zedong's epistolary chats about Chinese poetry would have an auction prediction of over half a million dollars. Jane Austen's critique of a female novelist was estimated to hit $ 25,000. The collector market is a curious thing.
I liked that the pizza buffet brought back carrots and dill pickles
Breakfast: instant oatmeal\
Lunch: buffet pepperoni and Hawaiian pizza, broccoli, carrots, dill pickles
Dinner: whole wheat spaghetti, salad, arriagata sauce
(cross-posted to DW because life is silly)
I walked in Heritage Park at lunch. I walked in Allen Station Park in Allen after work.
I read an obituary from a few years ago about someone I knew a very little but not well in high school. I had not realized that she had passed away. I liked her obituary, which pointed out that she was active in a Narcotics Anonymous group and that she left behind pet named Scooter in addition to her other loved ones. I wish she had lived a longer life. I recall walking past her house once. A large Summer hat was hanging for decoration on her front door, like something from a garden cottage magazine. The world needs more hats on doors.
I heard radio stories about auctions of a letter by Jane Austen and, separately, a letter by Mao Zedong. I found it ironic that Mao Zedong's epistolary chats about Chinese poetry would have an auction prediction of over half a million dollars. Jane Austen's critique of a female novelist was estimated to hit $ 25,000. The collector market is a curious thing.
I liked that the pizza buffet brought back carrots and dill pickles
Breakfast: instant oatmeal\
Lunch: buffet pepperoni and Hawaiian pizza, broccoli, carrots, dill pickles
Dinner: whole wheat spaghetti, salad, arriagata sauce
(cross-posted to DW because life is silly)
